m an Alabama boy got more bounce than a salamander boy meet a rich girl I can't need a headache but I can take it if I can drive your Daddy's toy [Chorus
! stop it, stop it! you've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad! you and this boy Slim Shady! What's going on? they'll lock you away! They'll put you in a jail
you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B These
mind racing fast got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash if the police run up on me I aint stopping for their ass boy you know my L?s dirty if
fast got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash if the police run up on me I ain't stopping for their ass boy you know my L's dirty if they
ass, bitch in one inning You know the biz, Three 6 is the name boy You heard my sign now won't you show me what you claim boy Where dem gang, gang signs
if memory serves And a heart that gives shit, tryin' to play your boy for the her The harder that I run to you, the farther you become It's like my heart
ain't having that You better have game, you better come correct Ya Girl Nicolette, don't like lame cats Tell me what you think about that, let's go Love that you
we pass by, There I'll enquire for my sailor boy They had not sailed long on the deep When a queen's ship they chanced to meet. ``you sailors all,
' head twisted In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone And if you come sick you stupid
Mutsi, they soldiers You come short in my hood, then you get delt with We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit We throw it off like
Let me see if you can run it, run it girl indeed I can run it, run it [x2] [Verse 2] You'll see Girl I can set you off Don't believe my age is gonna
the rist is; poppin wheelys with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches You got three ways to die; Fire Roof or the River; you gone bleed if you try man
On It So If You In It, Got Away, You Can Come Through I Know You Didnt Really Plan On It. Your Boy Gotta Come And Pick You Up, Show You Off, Ride To Da
told a girl to find a trick nigga she can run to Cry wit, hit the mall, buy shit, hate you Thinkin' ima do it You gonna really make me hate you Prove
On It So If You In It, Got Away, You Can Come Through I Know You Didnt Really Plan On It. Your Boy Gotta Come And Pick You Up, Show You Off, Ride To
We quick ta show you what we bout You quick to run ya run ya,' mouth We quick ta show you what we bout You quick to run ya, run ya' mouth We real, real
The ones you walked out of twenty years before And you whisper to all of the girls Oh run, run, run I was stealing kisses from a boy Now I'm, I'm begging